Down by the water 
Under the willow 
Sits a lone ranger 
Minding the willow 

He and his wife 
Once lived happily 
Planted a seed 
That grew through the reeds 

Summers and winters 
Through snowy decembers 
Sat by the water 
Close to the embers 

Missing out the lives 
That they once had before 

I wouldn't leave you 
I would hold you 
When the last [bad word] 
What if you need me 
Won't you hold me 
On the last day 
Our last day 

I wouldn't leave you 
I would hold you 
When the last [bad word] 
What if you need me 
Won't you hold me 
On the last day 
Our last day 

Somewhere the timing will [bad word] together 
The mishaps will turn into sunny decembers 
The lovers will be able to find their willow 

I wouldn't leave you 
I would hold you 
When the last [bad word] 
I wouldn't leave you 
I would hold you 
When the last [bad word] 
What if you need me 
Won't you hold me 
On the last day 
Our last [bad word]